The chambre, ther as lay this fresshe quene,
Depeynted was with whyte boles grete,
And by the light she knew, that shoon so shene,
That Phebus cam to brenne hem with his hete;
This sely Venus, dreynt in teres wete,
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Enbraceth Mars, and seyde, "alas! I dye!
The torch is come, that al this world wol wrye."
Up sterte Mars, him liste not to slepe,
Whan he his lady herde so compleyne;